In the cool of the morning, He’s calling my name,
So why am I hiding here, covered in shame?
Imprisoned by secrets, betrayals and lies,
While His risen beauty dazzles my eyes.
I don’t understand why He’s looking for me,
When I am so far from what I should be.
Such bitter streams of denial have flowed,
Stumbling blindly along the wrong road.
Doesn’t He know I’m not up to the mark?
A sinner like me belongs in the dark,
Inhabiting shadows of quiet despair …
He is standing right there,
Real and bright, a stranger well-known,
And I am so weary of struggling alone.
In the cool of the garden, His call is so sweet,
I drop all my burdens,
And fall at His feet.
© Sarah Sansbury, Easter 2017